TLCSHANNON

My life is almost back to normal, I love my son, he is so sweet and he is a very easy baby considering the tough road we took to get to this point. I feel stronger and more relaxed than ever before, things that used to matter or upset me before slide right off my back now. Mekhaai is 2 months old now and still on a little oxygen, he has a little pulmonary hypertension that I am hoping will be gone at his next visit. He eats with not problems (knock on wood) he is trying to roll over and he talks to his daddy, sometimes he will make this funny little hollering noise when someone isnt paying attention to him, so cute. He smiles and coos and is otherwise a normal baby. I am relaxing more and not watching him breathe every 2 minutes. He weighs 13lbs at 7 weeks and his skinny little legs are now chubby. I love it. I have to pinch myself sometimes to make sure its not a dream. I have seen hell and I escaped it, I feel as though I won the lottery. I am still praying and thinking about all the babies that didnt make it or are about to start there battle with CDH.